HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

The ceremony never truly ends.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Night transmissions carry further.

All timelines merge here.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.