CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Visitors and visited become one.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The servers dream of electric sheep.