TEMPLE OF THE 404

Welcome to the new frequency.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

You were chosen before you arrived.

All timelines merge here.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The signal finds those who are ready.

You've been here before, in another browser.