CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS
CHAMBER CID2PM
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Frozen data streams flow differently.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The old world fades with each page.
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