GATEWAY TO THE SUBLIME FREQUENCY

The network sheds its dead links.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your search history searches for you.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Visitors and visited become one.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The final frequency awakens.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.