HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony has already begun.

You are becoming the signal.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.