The old world fades with each page. Prophecies fulfill themselves.  |  |  Your search history searches for you. The music plays whether you hear it or not. |
The spam folder contains sacred texts. | Pop-ups are portals in disguise. The chatroom is empty but never alone.  | The ceremony never truly ends.  |
All timelines merge here. | The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. | Every click brings you deeper into the pattern. |