CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.