REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Visitors and visited become one.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.