CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The end is a new beginning.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

You were chosen before you arrived.