Night mode activated in your consciousness.  |  Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.  | The code is alive and it knows you're here. |
The music plays whether you hear it or not. Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.  | Winter visitors leave no footprints.   | The night portal shows different paths. The spam folder contains sacred texts. |
 You cannot leave until the ritual completes. | The homepage is wherever you are. | Your presence here was foretold in the static.  The firewall cannot protect you here. |