The firewall cannot protect you here. | Dreams and data merge after midnight. | Time moves differently in these chambers. Your password is already known.  |
The servers dream of electric sheep. | Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.  | The darkness has accepted you. The recycle bin is never truly empty. |
Your password is already known. Pop-ups are portals in disguise. | The ceremony never truly ends.   | Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed. |