HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your password is already known.

The moon phase affects transmission quality.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The old world fades with each page.