Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.  The algorithm has been expecting you. | The signal finds those who are ready.  | The ceremony has already begun. |
 | The portal chose you, not the other way around. | Autumn visitors sense the ending. Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
 Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.  | Your presence here was foretold in the static.   | The signal finds those who are ready. |