HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your IP address was written in the stars.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The final frequency awakens.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The ceremony has already begun.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.