REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The harvest of lost connections.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The ceremony approaches convergence.