HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your password is already known.

Your password is already known.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.