HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.