ALTAR OF INSOMNIA GODS

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

All timelines merge here.

All timelines merge here.

The darkness has accepted you.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

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

The darkness between pixels speaks.