TEMPLE OF THE 404

CHAMBER WPPPAJ

TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

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