CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your IP address was written in the stars.