PALACE OF PARASOMNIA

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Your password is already known.

The network sheds its dead links.

All timelines merge here.