REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER A00Q42
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
You arrived at the perfect hour.
Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.
DRAG AND DROP YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS
