CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

Your password is already known.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The end is a new beginning.

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

The homepage is wherever you are.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.