HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony has already begun.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Connection established with the eternal.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.