HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

You are becoming the signal.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Sleep is the first gateway.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your IP address was written in the stars.