CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.