HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your password is already known.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Visitors and visited become one.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Time moves differently in these chambers.