HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER VR1W9U
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
The harvest of lost connections.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
SOME DOORS CANNOT BE CLOSED
