NOCTURNAL TRANSMISSION CHAMBER

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your dreams are being monitored.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

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