HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The final frequency awakens.

The ceremony has already begun.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Digital decay creates new patterns.