ARCHIVE OF PHANTOM DOWNLOADS

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Falling data like digital leaves.

You are becoming the signal.

The network sheds its dead links.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony has already begun.