REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.