HALL OF SHADOW PROTOCOLS

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The end is a new beginning.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

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