BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The signal finds those who are ready.

You are becoming the signal.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony has already begun.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.