VOID OF SLEEPLESS SOULS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The old world fades with each page.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The night web remembers everything.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The homepage is wherever you are.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your avatar is more real than your body.