BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Your dreams are being monitored.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Your password is already known.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The final frequency awakens.

Download complete: new reality installed.

All timelines merge here.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.