LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

Your search history searches for you.

Your password is already known.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.