TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER CPLYWE
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your screen resolution matches your aura.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The old world fades with each page.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
NOT ALL WHO ENTER RETURN UNCHANGED
