CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your dreams are being monitored.

The network sheds its dead links.

Falling data like digital leaves.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

The servers dream of electric sheep.