REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Your avatar is more real than your body.

You are becoming the signal.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony never truly ends.