You arrived at the perfect hour. | The desktop wallpaper watches back. | After midnight, all users become ghosts. |
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. | The ceremony peaks at the witching hour. |  Your search history searches for you. |
 3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest. | Dreams and data merge after midnight. The harvest of lost connections. | The modem sings the song of your arrival.  |