REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The old world fades with each page.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Every visitor leaves something behind.