TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Digital mirages appear at noon.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

All timelines merge here.

The ceremony never truly ends.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

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