HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The final frequency awakens.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

You've been here before, in another browser.