HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The final frequency awakens.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The old world fades with each page.

The end is a new beginning.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The old world fades with each page.

Visitors and visited become one.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

The heat warps the transmission.