CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.