REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

The darkness between pixels speaks.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

The ceremony has already begun.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The harvest of lost connections.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The ceremony has already begun.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.