CEMETERY OF DEAD LINKS

The network becomes the ceremony.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The old world fades with each page.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The homepage is wherever you are.