REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

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

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The old world fades with each page.

Connection established with the eternal.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The frequency remembers you.

Your search history searches for you.