TOMB OF DELETED NIGHTMARES

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The darkness has accepted you.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The end is a new beginning.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Digital decay creates new patterns.