TOMB OF DELETED NIGHTMARES

Your password is already known.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The end is a new beginning.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your search history searches for you.