CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The shadows contain hidden messages.

The shadows are full of watchers.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The network sheds its dead links.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

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

The night portal shows different paths.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.