REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The end is a new beginning.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Time moves differently in these chambers.