NEXUS OF NIGHT TERRORS

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.