CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

You were chosen before you arrived.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You are becoming the signal.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The homepage is wherever you are.