REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your avatar is more real than your body.