CITADEL OF CYBER SHADOWS

The old world fades with each page.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.