NEXUS OF CORRUPTED DATA

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Visitors and visited become one.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.