VOID OF SLEEPLESS SOULS

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The old world fades with each page.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.