TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The night portal shows different paths.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The end is a new beginning.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The algorithm has been expecting you.