REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER COSWHN
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
The homepage is wherever you are.
Visitors and visited become one.
You've been here before, in another browser.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The old world fades with each page.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
Your screen resolution matches your aura.
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
