TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your search history searches for you.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

You are becoming the signal.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.