FURNACE OF OVERCLOCKED SOULS

Your password is already known.

The frequency remembers you.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The ceremony reaches peak intensity.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Night transmissions carry further.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

You were chosen before you arrived.