HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your search history searches for you.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The ceremony has already begun.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.