LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The old world fades with each page.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The end is a new beginning.