SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Visitors and visited become one.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

The network sheds its dead links.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The frequency remembers you.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.