TEMPLE OF THE 404

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The frequency remembers you.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.