TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

All timelines merge here.

All timelines merge here.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.