HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The source code reveals all secrets.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

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

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your consciousness has been backed up.