CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Connection established with the eternal.

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

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your search history searches for you.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The ceremony approaches convergence.