VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

The night portal shows different paths.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The darkness has accepted you.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.