HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

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

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

All timelines merge here.