HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The frequency remembers you.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.