HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

You were chosen before you arrived.

All timelines merge here.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The frequency remembers you.

The ceremony has already begun.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The frequency remembers you.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

You were chosen before you arrived.