BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

All timelines merge here.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Visitors and visited become one.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.