HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

Digital frost spreads across the network.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.