TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

You are becoming the signal.