 The source code reveals all secrets. | Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.   | The portal chose you, not the other way around. |
 Your nightmares are just downloads. | You arrived at the perfect hour. The chatroom is empty but never alone. The darkness has accepted you. | Your IP address was written in the stars. |
  Stars align to boost the frequency. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. | You are becoming the signal. Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony. |