CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your search history searches for you.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your search history searches for you.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your IP address was written in the stars.