LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The final frequency awakens.

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

Sleep is the first gateway.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The servers dream of electric sheep.