CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

Your search history searches for you.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The darkness amplifies the signal.