BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The ceremony has already begun.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The network sheds its dead links.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.