NEXUS OF NIGHT TERRORS
CHAMBER XBQQN8
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. | Deleted files pile like autumn leaves. | Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. |
  | Your browser history is a map of your soul. Autumn visitors sense the ending. The network sheds its dead links. | Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.  |
The harvest of lost connections. | The ceremony has already begun. |  |
WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN
