The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps. | The recycle bin is never truly empty.  | Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. |
Surrender to the infinite loop. | Error messages are love letters from the void. The cold preserves deleted memories. | Pop-ups are portals in disguise. The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy. |
You cannot leave until the ritual completes. |  You've been here before, in another browser. | Night transmissions carry further. |