An attic under a slanted roof. A round window. Through it, very far below, the whole website, lit up like a town at night — you can make out the arcade by its colours, and the chat rooms by their windows, and somewhere a single lamp that never goes out. In the middle of the floor there is a trunk with a brass lock.
The key turns. Inside the trunk: a guestbook, bound in cloth, older than this website. Most of the pages are blank. The first page has one entry, in pencil:
"Leave the light on for the next one."
Under it, a space. It's for you.
Inventory: (nothing)
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