PALACE OF PARASOMNIA

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.