NEXUS OF CORRUPTED DATA

You were chosen before you arrived.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The old world fades with each page.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.