HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your IP address was written in the stars.