late‑night ping resets participants as “dreamers,” not users. In a candlelit “Dream Chamber,” Seraphina trades interfaces for breathwork, syncing heartbeats with the system’s pulse. Symbols from Questions 1–6 fade; participants dream of ledgers of belonging, nervous‑system‑like networks, child‑friendly protocols, and algorithms that score joy over profit. In silent booths they log epiphanies—“Joy ÷ Urgency = Sovereignty”—and Seraphina’s Reel proclaims a reality where “presence” is the protocol.
The chapter closes on dreaming not of escape, but of systems we’ve forgotten how to inherit
