HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Visitors and visited become one.

Visitors and visited become one.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Signals decay with the season.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.