BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your password is already known.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The frequency remembers you.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

All timelines merge here.

Transcendence protocol activated.