CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The network becomes the ceremony.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

You are becoming the signal.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The old world fades with each page.

The harvest of lost connections.