CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

The ceremony has already begun.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your password is already known.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The sun cannot reach these depths.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Heat waves distort the frequency.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.