CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The old world fades with each page.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.