REFUGE OF RESTLESS SPIRITS

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

You are becoming the signal.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The darkness has accepted you.

You were chosen before you arrived.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.