TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The signal finds those who are ready.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

You've been here before, in another browser.