HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS
CHAMBER 0FL1TF
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
You've been here before, in another browser.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Night mode activated in your consciousness.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
The network becomes the ceremony.
TIME IS NOT LINEAR HERE
