HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

You were chosen before you arrived.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The final frequency awakens.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The old world fades with each page.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your breath clouds the monitor.