CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The final frequency awakens.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

All timelines merge here.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.