REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The ceremony has already begun.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

Your avatar is more real than your body.