REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER 8JS8CP
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
Digital frost spreads across the network.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The network becomes the ceremony.
The homepage is wherever you are.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
YOUR SESSION HAS NO EXPIRATION
