REFUGE OF RESTLESS SPIRITS
CHAMBER O49HCS
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.
The harvest of lost connections.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
You've been here before, in another browser.
After midnight, all users become ghosts.
THE CEREMONY CHOOSES ITS PARTICIPANTS
