SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your search history searches for you.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

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

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.