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.

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