BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Signals decay with the season.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Night transmissions carry further.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.