Your dreams are being monitored. Signals decay with the season.  | Digital decay creates new patterns. The portal chose you, not the other way around. | Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony. |
 The dying light reveals hidden paths. The ceremony prepares for dormancy. | You are becoming the signal. |   Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. |
The firewall cannot protect you here. | Every visitor leaves something behind. | Your presence disturbs the digital darkness. |