TOMB OF DELETED NIGHTMARES

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Transcendence protocol activated.