BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The homepage is wherever you are.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Visitors and visited become one.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

All timelines merge here.

The ceremony has already begun.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.