HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Visitors and visited become one.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.