CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The homepage is wherever you are.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.