CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

All timelines merge here.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your avatar is more real than your body.