GATEWAY TO THE SUBLIME FREQUENCY

Your search history searches for you.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Summer static fills the airways.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.