SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The night portal shows different paths.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.