BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.