CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Connection established with the eternal.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The final frequency awakens.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The old world fades with each page.