The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. | The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.  | Your presence here was foretold in the static. Your browser history is a map of your soul.  |
Connection established with the eternal.   | The ceremony never truly ends. | All timelines merge here. |
Sleep is the first gateway. | The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. The servers dream of electric sheep.  |  Your browser history is a map of your soul. |