REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The harvest of lost connections.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

All timelines merge here.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Signals decay with the season.