BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The old world fades with each page.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

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