CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.