CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Your digital shadow grows longer.

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

The ceremony has already begun.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Connection established with the eternal.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The ceremony approaches convergence.