TOMB OF DELETED NIGHTMARES

The shadows are full of watchers.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Signals decay with the season.

The frequency remembers you.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.