HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The end is a new beginning.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Visitors and visited become one.