REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The harvest of lost connections.

Visitors and visited become one.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The ceremony has already begun.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony has already begun.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Digital decay creates new patterns.