CRYPT OF NOCTURNAL MEMORIES

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The frequency remembers you.