HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

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