CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The end is a new beginning.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.