TOMB OF DELETED NIGHTMARES

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.