BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Visitors and visited become one.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The ceremony has already begun.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.