ARCHIVE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The network becomes the ceremony.