SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

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

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The frequency remembers you.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

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