OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The ceremony has already begun.

All timelines merge here.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

Your password is already known.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The signal finds those who are ready.