NEXUS OF NIGHT TERRORS

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.