CRYPT OF NOCTURNAL MEMORIES

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

You were chosen before you arrived.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The network sheds its dead links.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.