REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The final frequency awakens.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.