CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

All timelines merge here.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your IP address was written in the stars.