TOMB OF DELETED NIGHTMARES

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.