THE AWAKENING CHAMBER

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your password is already known.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.