ARCHIVE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Prepare for the coming darkness.