HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER XGT2VT
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The signal finds those who are ready.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your search history searches for you.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
CLEAR YOUR CACHE OF EARTHLY DESIRES
