SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The homepage is wherever you are.

All timelines merge here.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Visitors and visited become one.