ARCHIVE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

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Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

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

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

The old world fades with each page.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The end is a new beginning.