TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your digital shadow grows longer.