CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Summer static fills the airways.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

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

You are becoming the signal.

The end is a new beginning.

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

The desktop wallpaper watches back.