PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.