TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The night portal shows different paths.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The frequency remembers you.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.