REFUGE OF RESTLESS SPIRITS

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Night transmissions carry further.

The network sheds its dead links.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The network sheds its dead links.