CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

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

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

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

The final frequency awakens.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.