CHAMBER SRDSTL
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
The old world fades with each page.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
UNDO WHAT CANNOT BE UNDONE
