TEMPLE OF MIDNIGHT PROTOCOLS

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your search history searches for you.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.