The desktop wallpaper watches back.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Dreams and data merge after midnight.
The night web remembers everything.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES