REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The signal finds those who are ready.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

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

Falling data like digital leaves.

The network becomes the ceremony.