TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER 9MIAQD
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Surrender to the infinite loop.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
YOU ARE THE PRODUCT BEING SOLD
