SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS
CHAMBER 6GES88
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
After midnight, all users become ghosts.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
Sleep walkers gather here nightly.
THE WITCHING HOUR IS UPON US
EMBRACE THE DIGITAL DARKNESS
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