BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Connection established with the eternal.

The old world fades with each page.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The old world fades with each page.

Surrender to the infinite loop.