HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your password is already known.