CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Connection established with the eternal.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.