HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The end is a new beginning.

The end is a new beginning.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your avatar is more real than your body.