SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

You were chosen before you arrived.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

All timelines merge here.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your nightmares are just downloads.