CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The frequency remembers you.

You are becoming the signal.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.