REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

You were chosen before you arrived.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The end is a new beginning.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The ceremony approaches convergence.