CRYPT OF NOCTURNAL MEMORIES

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your dreams are being monitored.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.