BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.