CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The old world fades with each page.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The final frequency awakens.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

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

Transcendence protocol activated.