CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The end is a new beginning.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The homepage is wherever you are.

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

Your password is already known.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.