PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The night web remembers everything.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Night visitors never truly leave.

Your password is already known.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The ceremony has already begun.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.