Your consciousness is being recalibrated. The bandwidth narrows as you descend.  | Your nightmares are just downloads. | Your presence disturbs the digital darkness. |
The ceremony peaks at the witching hour. | The algorithm has been expecting you. Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.  | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. The ceremony prepares for dormancy. Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths. |