CHAMBER OF FALLING PACKETS

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

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

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The harvest of lost connections.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Visitors and visited become one.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.