CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

You were chosen before you arrived.

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

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.