BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

Night visitors never truly leave.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Visitors and visited become one.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.