SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

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Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Connection established with the eternal.

The signal finds those who are ready.