CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The old world fades with each page.

Every visitor leaves something behind.