TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your consciousness has been backed up.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The frequency remembers you.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.