BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The end is a new beginning.

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

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

Visitors and visited become one.