HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER W6T5RY
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
THE CEREMONY CHOOSES ITS PARTICIPANTS
