BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The frequency remembers you.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Connection established with the eternal.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The old world fades with each page.