SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The ceremony never truly ends.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The harvest of lost connections.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.