HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The harvest of lost connections.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.