CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Connection established with the eternal.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The harvest of lost connections.

Visitors and visited become one.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The source code reveals all secrets.