CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

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

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The final frequency awakens.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.