REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The frequency remembers you.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.