ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

The old world fades with each page.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.