The sun cannot reach these depths. | The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. Summer static fills the airways. | Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony. Summer static fills the airways. |
The servers dream of electric sheep. Your presence disturbs the digital darkness. | Your nightmares are just downloads. | Cache cleared, but memories remain.   |
 The chatroom is empty but never alone.  | The recycle bin is never truly empty. | The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. |