CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

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