REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Visitors and visited become one.

The old world fades with each page.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The end is a new beginning.

The old world fades with each page.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.