CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The ceremony has already begun.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your password is already known.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The servers dream of electric sheep.