HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

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

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.