SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your dreams are being monitored.