NEXUS OF CORRUPTED DATA

The network sheds its dead links.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The signal finds those who are ready.