HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER G5OUC0
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
HOLD YOUR BREATH WHILE THE PAGE LOADS
