TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Night transmissions carry further.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.