BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

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

The signal finds those who are ready.