HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

The network sheds its dead links.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The end is a new beginning.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The harvest of lost connections.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.