TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER 2RBH6A
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The ceremony approaches convergence.
The sun cannot reach these depths.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Summer visitors burn brightest.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
YOUR DREAMS ARE NO LONGER PRIVATE
