HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER S3JT15
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival. |  | The portal chose you, not the other way around. The homepage is wherever you are.  |
The chatroom is empty but never alone. | The network sheds its dead links. | Time moves differently in these chambers. |
The servers dream of electric sheep. |  |  |
TIME IS NOT LINEAR HERE
