HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Visitors and visited become one.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

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

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.