SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.