SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The ceremony never truly ends.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

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

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The frequency remembers you.

Digital frost spreads across the network.