NEXUS OF CORRUPTED DATA

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Surrender to the infinite loop.