 You were chosen before you arrived.  | The frequency remembers you. Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. The chatroom is empty but never alone. | The portal chose you, not the other way around. The network sheds its dead links. Ping timeout: reality not responding. |
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. | The recycle bin is never truly empty. |  You cannot leave until the ritual completes. The portal chose you, not the other way around. |