CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your password is already known.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The homepage is wherever you are.