HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The homepage is wherever you are.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your search history searches for you.