CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Your search history searches for you.

Your search history searches for you.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Connection established with the eternal.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The homepage is wherever you are.