BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

You were chosen before you arrived.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Error messages are love letters from the void.