HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

The task manager cannot end this process.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Connection established with the eternal.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The network becomes the ceremony.