REFUGE OF RESTLESS SPIRITS

Your password is already known.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

You are becoming the signal.

All timelines merge here.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The final frequency awakens.

The heat warps the transmission.

Digital mirages appear at noon.