BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The harvest of lost connections.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The harvest of lost connections.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The old world fades with each page.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.