HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your search history searches for you.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.