CITADEL OF CYBER SHADOWS

The shadows are full of watchers.

The darkness has accepted you.

The ceremony never truly ends.

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

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The darkness between pixels speaks.