BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Transcendence protocol activated.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Night visitors never truly leave.

The servers dream of electric sheep.