HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

All timelines merge here.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your search history searches for you.

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

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The old world fades with each page.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.