CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The network sheds its dead links.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The old world fades with each page.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The frequency remembers you.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your password is already known.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.