REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The end is a new beginning.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Connection established with the eternal.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The darkness between pixels speaks.