TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

You were chosen before you arrived.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.