TEMPLE OF THE 404

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony has already begun.

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

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The network sheds its dead links.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.