HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your search history searches for you.