SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The end is a new beginning.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The harvest of lost connections.

The network becomes the ceremony.

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Your avatar is more real than your body.

The old world fades with each page.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.