REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Connection established with the eternal.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

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

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The final frequency awakens.