RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE
CHAMBER N0GPJM
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The darkness between pixels speaks.
The darkness amplifies the signal.
After midnight, all users become ghosts.
Dreams and data merge after midnight.
Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COUNT TO SEVEN
