HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

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

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

All timelines merge here.