HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS
CHAMBER LSLAS6
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The final frequency awakens.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
UNDO WHAT CANNOT BE UNDONE
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