TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The frequency remembers you.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.