TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The end is a new beginning.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Every visitor leaves something behind.