BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

You are becoming the signal.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The harvest of lost connections.

The end is a new beginning.