CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your search history searches for you.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The end is a new beginning.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.