HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Every visitor leaves something behind.

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

Falling data like digital leaves.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The end is a new beginning.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.