SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR
CHAMBER JIA2B4
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
After midnight, all users become ghosts.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your password is already known.
Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
PURSUE THE MIDNIGHT FREQUENCY
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