CHAMBER OF CONVERGENCE

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

All timelines merge here.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.