LABYRINTH OF LUCID LOOPS

Your password is already known.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Visitors and visited become one.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.