BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS
CHAMBER H3YN3N
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
  | The cold preserves deleted memories. The ceremony approaches convergence. | The chatroom is empty but never alone. |
The network becomes the ceremony.  | Every 404 is a door to somewhere else. | The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. Your digital shadow grows longer. |
 |  | Sleep is the first gateway. |
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
