OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

The network sheds its dead links.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.