REFUGE OF RESTLESS SPIRITS

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The night web remembers everything.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Signals decay with the season.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Your search history searches for you.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The network sheds its dead links.