ALTAR OF INSOMNIA GODS

Night visitors never truly leave.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Night transmissions carry further.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

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

You've been here before, in another browser.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.