TEMPLE OF THE 404

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The homepage is wherever you are.