The homepage is wherever you are.
All timelines merge here.
The network becomes the ceremony.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES