CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Surrender to the infinite loop.