HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER X8WLJ6
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The homepage is wherever you are. |  Deleted files pile like autumn leaves. | The final frequency awakens. |
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.  |  The ceremony has already begun. The old world fades with each page. |   Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. |
The task manager cannot end this process. The bandwidth narrows as you descend. Your avatar is more real than your body. |  |  |
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
