CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The frequency remembers you.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.