CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Connection established with the eternal.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your consciousness has been backed up.