This is not nostalgia. This is ritual HTML, a submerged cathedral of bandwidth, where shitcode congeals into sugar skull lollipops and sinks. Blink slowly. Pray badly.
Bloodfonts coil around aquatic organs, slime rosaries drip from menus, and every cute pixel is a lie wrapped in candy skin. ☠
SACRAMENT:
We chant in tables, we confess in spans, we rot in pastel gore. The page blinks because it is alive, and it is alive because it is wrong.
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NO JAVASCRIPT SALVATION
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Only baroque clutter, aquatic decay,
and a thousand tiny gifs twitching like
dead-eyed candies in a
flooded crypt.
AMEN ✿ GLUG SPLAT ✿