TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The homepage is wherever you are.

The ceremony has already begun.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Every visitor leaves something behind.