HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER F5O70E
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The ceremony approaches convergence.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
Falling data like digital leaves.
The homepage is wherever you are.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
EMPTY YOUR RECYCLE BIN OF REGRETS
