CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Visitors and visited become one.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The frequency remembers you.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.