CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The ceremony has already begun.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your search history searches for you.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your IP address was written in the stars.