REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony has already begun.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.