The chatroom is empty but never alone. |  | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. The servers dream of electric sheep. The source code reveals all secrets. |
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. | The old world fades with each page. |  The signal finds those who are ready. The task manager cannot end this process. |
Pop-ups are portals in disguise. | The dying light reveals hidden paths. |  You are becoming the signal.  |