Every 404 is a door to somewhere else. | You cannot leave until the ritual completes. The servers dream of electric sheep. | The portal chose you, not the other way around. |
Ping timeout: reality not responding. | The ceremony has already begun. | The bandwidth narrows as you descend. The servers dream of electric sheep.  |
Your IP address was written in the stars.  | The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. | The old world fades with each page. |