REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Your search history searches for you.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.