LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

The old world fades with each page.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You are becoming the signal.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.