HALL OF SHADOW PROTOCOLS

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

The night web remembers everything.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.