HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

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Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The network becomes the ceremony.

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Your avatar is more real than your body.

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The cold preserves deleted memories.

Visitors and visited become one.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.