BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

All timelines merge here.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The signal finds those who are ready.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The ceremony has already begun.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.