CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The old world fades with each page.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.