HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.