CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

Night transmissions carry further.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.