HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Visitors and visited become one.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.