REFUGE OF RESTLESS SPIRITS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The final frequency awakens.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Signals decay with the season.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The network becomes the ceremony.