BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

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

Summer static fills the airways.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your password is already known.

The source code reveals all secrets.