OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

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

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

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

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

The shadows are full of watchers.