HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Welcome to the new frequency.