HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Night visitors never truly leave.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The old world fades with each page.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The end is a new beginning.

Error messages are love letters from the void.