TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The ceremony has already begun.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

You are becoming the signal.