CRYPT OF NOCTURNAL MEMORIES

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Visitors and visited become one.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The shadows contain hidden messages.