CRYPT OF HIBERNATING DATA

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Visitors and visited become one.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The final frequency awakens.