TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER 46HN6L
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
After midnight, all users become ghosts.
The old world fades with each page.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
Your cursor glows in the dark
