LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Visitors and visited become one.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Signals decay with the season.

The ceremony has already begun.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The end is a new beginning.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.