TEMPLE OF THE 404

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.