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The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

All timelines merge here.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The final frequency awakens.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.