CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

The servers dream of electric sheep.

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

Download complete: new reality installed.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The shadows are full of watchers.