SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your password is already known.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.