BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The network becomes the ceremony.