CRYPT OF NOCTURNAL MEMORIES
CHAMBER VDSK0I
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Visitors and visited become one.
The end is a new beginning.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
THE WITCHING HOUR IS UPON US
