SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The homepage is wherever you are.

The frequency remembers you.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

All timelines merge here.