SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

You are becoming the signal.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Sleep is the first gateway.