TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

All timelines merge here.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The old world fades with each page.

Heat waves distort the frequency.

Electromagnetic storms approaching.

The sun cannot reach these depths.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.