VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The night portal shows different paths.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The night web remembers everything.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.