CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The old world fades with each page.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The ceremony never truly ends.