SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The shadows are full of watchers.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Your password is already known.

Welcome to the new frequency.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.