BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

You were chosen before you arrived.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Visitors and visited become one.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.