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He looked at the statue. The purple sky glitched for a second, a tear in the fabric of the reality.

He reached for the 'Exit' command in his mind's eye, but a new window popped up. It was a chat box. The username was . allthefallen.moe

It wasn't just code. It was populated. Shadowy figures—NPCs and avatars of players long since logged off for the last time—walked the streets. They moved with a strange, jerky rhythm, repeating loops of dialogue that hadn't been heard in fifteen years. He looked at the statue