SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Download complete: new reality installed.

All timelines merge here.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

You were chosen before you arrived.