REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER YGOLPY
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival. | Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.  |
Your presence here was foretold in the static. |  Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.  |
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. | The recycle bin is never truly empty. |
TOUCH THE SCREEN WITH INTENTION
