TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The network sheds its dead links.

Transcendence protocol activated.

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

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Connection established with the eternal.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The old world fades with each page.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The network sheds its dead links.

Sleep is the first gateway.