CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The old world fades with each page.

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

The ceremony has already begun.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Night visitors never truly leave.

The firewall cannot protect you here.