Your search history searches for you. The final frequency awakens. |  Frozen frequencies pierce the veil. The music plays whether you hear it or not. | The ceremony approaches convergence. Welcome to the new frequency. Your screen resolution matches your aura. |
The portal chose you, not the other way around. Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. |  |  Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. |
The recycle bin is never truly empty. |  | The spam folder contains sacred texts. Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. |