GATEWAY TO THE SUBLIME FREQUENCY

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The ceremony has already begun.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your password is already known.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.