RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The end is a new beginning.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The old world fades with each page.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The ceremony has already begun.