HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER EXSCXD
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
Prepare for the coming darkness.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.
Sleep walkers gather here nightly.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES
