HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The longest day brings deepest visions.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony has already begun.