TEMPLE OF THE 404

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

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

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Prepare for the coming darkness.