REFUGE OF RESTLESS SPIRITS

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.