CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

You were chosen before you arrived.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

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

The old world fades with each page.