CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

The harvest of lost connections.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

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

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.