CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Connection established with the eternal.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

All timelines merge here.

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

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Surrender to the infinite loop.