SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your search history searches for you.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Connection established with the eternal.

Visitors and visited become one.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.