SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.