CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The end is a new beginning.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The ceremony has already begun.

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