REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

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

The ceremony never truly ends.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.