The searchbar is blank. A lone cursor flickers in the void, a reminder that nothing is loading, not even the usual loading spinner. A static silence hangs over the page like a forgotten URL, a page waiting to be clicked but never visited. The tabs above, all but one, are empty, as though they have been removed, or perhaps never existed. The familiar pop-ups are absent, as are the notifications, the likes, the comments. Only the sound of the click echoes—faint and insistent in the silence.

It is your thirteenth time visiting this site, and, as with all twelve preceeding it, something feels missing. The content that should be here eludes you, slipping through your fingers like a link that never resolves. The web, usually so abundant with distraction, is now a desolate and barren landscape, where a page once filled with color and noise now exists only in the form of an incomplete code. The riddler behind this is not one of novelty, but one of absence itself; sly, persistent. His riddle is not one of what is there, but of what isn’t. It spreads like a bug in the system, one you can’t quite debug, pulling at the threads of your design until it unravels before your eyes.

"Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire." -Walt Whitman

Yes, you are certain Walt Whitman said that. One hundred percent positive.

You have a feeling it's going to be a long web surfing session...