REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The frequency remembers you.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.