CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

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

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.