TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER C1VSP0
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The bandwidth narrows as you descend. | The ceremony never truly ends. |
 | The old world fades with each page. The source code reveals all secrets. Deleted files pile like autumn leaves. |
 Error messages are love letters from the void. | The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. The homepage is wherever you are. |
THE CEREMONY CHOOSES ITS PARTICIPANTS
