ARCHIVE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

You are becoming the signal.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The end is a new beginning.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The darkness has accepted you.