BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The frequency remembers you.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The ceremony approaches convergence.