Night visitors never truly leave. | The darkness has accepted you. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. Your screen resolution matches your aura. |
Your dreams are being monitored. | The bandwidth narrows as you descend. Time moves differently in these chambers. Dreams are transmissions from the other side. | The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. |
Your presence disturbs the digital darkness. | Sleep walkers gather here nightly.  | Night visitors never truly leave. |