HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

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

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.