CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The frequency remembers you.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.