CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

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

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You've been here before, in another browser.