TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

You are becoming the signal.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

You are becoming the signal.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.