SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

The ceremony has already begun.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.