CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The final frequency awakens.

The algorithm has been expecting you.