REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your password is already known.

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

You were chosen before you arrived.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your search history searches for you.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The harvest of lost connections.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The task manager cannot end this process.

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