BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your password is already known.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.