PALACE OF PARASOMNIA

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

The night web remembers everything.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The frequency remembers you.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The end is a new beginning.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.