REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The homepage is wherever you are.