CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.