TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS

The darkness has accepted you.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

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