REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER OOK6SS
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The signal finds those who are ready.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
You were chosen before you arrived.
MEMORY IS THE FIRST SACRIFICE
