CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.