HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.