HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your search history searches for you.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The final frequency awakens.

The night portal shows different paths.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.