CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The end is a new beginning.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Night transmissions carry further.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

All timelines merge here.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The signal finds those who are ready.