CHAMBER OF FALLING PACKETS

Visitors and visited become one.

The harvest of lost connections.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The harvest of lost connections.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.