SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The old world fades with each page.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.