The treacle they don’t see until they’re stuck in it.
Your sites are probed around the clock. MIRE turns every probe into a trap-filled funhouse – and every stolen key into intelligence: who took it, who spent it, and who they work for.
A black hole for cyberspace
Hackers are everywhere, all the time and all at once.
Bring up a website and it will be scanned within minutes — not by a person, by automation hunting for the files you never meant to leave lying around.
Hackers don’t just knock on your front door; they rattle every window, lift every floorboard, and feel around in the dark for anything you forgot to lock. MIRE turns that chaos into a trap-filled funhouse where every “promising” lead is actually a dead end dripping with treacle.
“All your files are belong to us.”— what the attacker thinks they’re reporting back
- Sticky
Every fake door opens onto three more. They keep walking.
- Costly
Slow answers, padded archives, endless link trees. Their time, their bandwidth, their bill.
- Confusing
Configs, dumps and logins that look real – until hours have gone into them.
- Telling
A few of those secrets are live canaries, and they report back too: who took them, who spent them, and who they work with.
The trap is the bait. The key is the tracker.
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1 Collected
A scanner finds a
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2 Handed on
The one who collects is often not the one who spends. Keys travel from a hosting box in France to a queue of cloud servers, sometimes in two seconds.
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3 Spent
The moment anyone uses it, we know: which calls, which network, how fast.
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4 Named
Same collector, same spender, same habits: that’s a crew. Five so far, from the Night Queue to the Locksmith – they live in the field reports.
Field reports
From November, one report a month: who collected, who spent, what changed.
Another One Bites the Dust
Forty AWS keys taken from MIRE-protected sites were used in the first fifteen days: 1'925 calls from 601 addresses, and only “who am I?” ever worked. Meet the four regulars behind most of them, from the Truffle Farm to the Night Queue.
Read →Three Doors
A cloud-hosted recon sweep, a WordPress credential-stuffing botnet, and one patient actor with a stolen CSRF token all hit the same estate inside 72 hours — the same eight houses got mapped and then rattled. Then, within hours of each other, all three went quiet.
Read →Please Leave
A delayed line of plain text told crawlers to get off the domain and pay a token of bitcoin. Split the traffic by who was knocking and the effect is a cliff: the polite bots left within days, the rude one read the note 106'067 times and made the 35'000-request peak anyway — and nobody paid.
Read →Want MIRE in front of your sites?
Let the scanners find something. Just not anything real.