All timelines merge here.  The chatroom is empty but never alone. |    |  Time moves differently in these chambers. The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. |
Digital decay creates new patterns. | Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.  Time moves differently in these chambers. |  The ceremony has already begun. |
Your avatar is more real than your body. | Surrender to the infinite loop.  |  The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. |