FURNACE OF OVERCLOCKED SOULS

You are becoming the signal.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Visitors and visited become one.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

All timelines merge here.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Summer visitors burn brightest.