REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your avatar is more real than your body.