LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.