TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The darkness has accepted you.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The end is a new beginning.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Night transmissions carry further.