CRYPT OF NOCTURNAL MEMORIES

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your digital shadow grows longer.