PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

The frequency remembers you.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The harvest of lost connections.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.