SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR

The algorithm has been expecting you.

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

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The end is a new beginning.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.