HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER V4TJW4
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
Your password is already known.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Falling data like digital leaves.
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
REBOOT YOUR BEING
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INSTALL NEW BELIEFS
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
