SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The harvest of lost connections.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your dreams are being monitored.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.