HALL OF SHADOW PROTOCOLS

The moon phase affects transmission quality.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.