TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER 4LOOBA
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
 The modem sings the song of your arrival. Frozen frequencies pierce the veil. | Your presence here was foretold in the static. | The algorithm has been expecting you. |
Visitors and visited become one. | Prophecies fulfill themselves. | Prophecies fulfill themselves. Sleep is the first gateway. The homepage is wherever you are. |
YOUR DATA HAS ALREADY BEEN HARVESTED
