TEMPLE OF THE 404

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Visitors and visited become one.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.