SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

Your search history searches for you.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The end is a new beginning.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.