CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

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

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You are becoming the signal.

The source code reveals all secrets.