CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.