SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

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

Download complete: new reality installed.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.