REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

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

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The signal finds those who are ready.

You are becoming the signal.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your password is already known.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.