HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.