SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The end is a new beginning.

The network sheds its dead links.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The homepage is wherever you are.