BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

You are becoming the signal.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

All timelines merge here.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.