PALACE OF PARASOMNIA

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3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.