SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The frequency remembers you.

Your search history searches for you.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The frequency remembers you.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The old world fades with each page.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.