REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER MP722G
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Your search history searches for you.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The old world fades with each page.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
PRIVATE BROWSING IS A MYTH
