TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The homepage is wherever you are.