REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

All timelines merge here.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.