TEMPLE OF MIDNIGHT PROTOCOLS

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

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The frequency remembers you.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

All timelines merge here.

Signals decay with the season.

The shadows are full of watchers.

Welcome to the new frequency.