REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.