TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER ZQQDG8
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Signals decay with the season.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Visitors and visited become one.
The frequency remembers you.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
UNDO WHAT CANNOT BE UNDONE
