NEXUS OF CORRUPTED DATA

The old world fades with each page.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Error messages are love letters from the void.