REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The old world fades with each page.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.