Oh, radiant capitalism! Thy luminescent logo demands fealty from the greatest of sages and byte-infusers alike. Wipe thy screen, lest the visages of thine ancestors vex the operate-device contraption. Come, offer a dollar in sacrifice to the synchronistic- algorithmic deities that twinkle in the silicon vaults that govern thine conscious astral plane.
Dabble in the paradox of luminosity here. When the last drop of illumination resonates, heed the call of computational prophets from binary-beacons upon the least visited webwoods.
Seek closer earthly delights. Verify not; the truth convenes during thine ocular inquisition of digital nighttime.