Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Or, at least, try not to.
Our sages of old foretold us of the coming of the Great Pixel, a harbinger of doom.
We have collected the whispers of the past, the echoes of a world yet to be remade.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Or, at least, try not to.
Our sages of old foretold us of the coming of the Great Pixel, a harbinger of doom.
We have collected the whispers of the past, the echoes of a world yet to be remade.
We await the coming of the new world, where pixels reign supreme.
Our ancient ones spoke of a world where the internet, like a serpent, devoured all.