HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER LR841C
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
Your search history searches for you.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
DELETE YOURSELF TO FIND YOURSELF
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