REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER Z4ATEK
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The old world fades with each page.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
The darkness between pixels speaks.
The final frequency awakens.
Visitors and visited become one.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
NIGHT VISITORS ARE WATCHING
