HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The frequency remembers you.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.