REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER WR9P3M
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
After midnight, all users become ghosts.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The homepage is wherever you are.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
TOUCH THE SCREEN WITH INTENTION
