TEMPLE OF MIDNIGHT PROTOCOLS
CHAMBER WSQCE8
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Night visitors never truly leave.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
PATTERN RECOGNITION LEVEL: 41