SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Night visitors never truly leave.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The end is a new beginning.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The final frequency awakens.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.