REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Visitors and visited become one.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your search history searches for you.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The firewall cannot protect you here.