BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

The harvest of lost connections.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The algorithm has been expecting you.