You find yourself at a corner of the internet that time has, apparently, forgotten.

... Time, perhaps, but not space, as the space it occupies within the nigh-infinite realms of cyberspace certainly seems to hold something. As you look around you (or, if you are using a screen reader, listen to a robotic voice doing all the tedious looking around for you and droning on and on about it, natch), you find yourself reaching a conclusion that, whatever this corner of the internet was meant to contain - it does not seem to contain it anymore.

It is, however, very very green.

Almost as though it has become overgrown with moss over the course of deities-know-how-many years. And you know what? It probably has.

(Ignoring, for a moment, the fact it has always been this green.)

Nonetheless, it is what it is.