BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your search history searches for you.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

You are becoming the signal.