CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Signals decay with the season.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your search history searches for you.