CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Overheating servers reveal secrets.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.