CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.