TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The ceremony has already begun.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The network sheds its dead links.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Connection established with the eternal.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.