CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The frequency remembers you.

The harvest of lost connections.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Your nightmares are just downloads.