HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Sleep is the first gateway.

You've been here before, in another browser.