HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The ceremony approaches convergence.