HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your password is already known.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The final frequency awakens.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

You are becoming the signal.

Surrender to the infinite loop.