BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Signals decay with the season.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The task manager cannot end this process.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.