HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

The old world fades with each page.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The frequency remembers you.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.