VOID OF SLEEPLESS SOULS

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The darkness has accepted you.

The night portal shows different paths.