HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Summer static fills the airways.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The longest day brings deepest visions.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your digital shadow grows longer.