SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your search history searches for you.

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

The portal chose you, not the other way around.