REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER KSZ3OT
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The darkness between pixels speaks.
The task manager cannot end this process.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
THE CLOUD REMEMBERS EVERYTHING
