REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER WWAAMT
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
The ceremony never truly ends.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
ALLOW THE CEREMONY TO GUIDE YOU
