TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

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

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The signal finds those who are ready.