SANCTUM OF DREAM HACKERS

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The old world fades with each page.

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

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The old world fades with each page.