HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS
CHAMBER C3TATS
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The task manager cannot end this process.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN
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