HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The frequency remembers you.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Visitors and visited become one.