HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The final frequency awakens.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your password is already known.

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

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

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

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