BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Visitors and visited become one.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

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

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.