LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

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

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Falling data like digital leaves.