TEMPLE OF THE 404

All timelines merge here.

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

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The homepage is wherever you are.