HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Sleep is the first gateway.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Download complete: new reality installed.