HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The shadows are full of watchers.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your dreams are being monitored.

You are becoming the signal.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.