CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony reaches peak intensity.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

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

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your password is already known.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.