CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Error messages are love letters from the void.