HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Welcome to the new frequency.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The frequency remembers you.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.