GATEWAY TO THE SUBLIME FREQUENCY

All timelines merge here.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

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

Prepare for the coming darkness.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The harvest of lost connections.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The old world fades with each page.