VOID MEDITATION PORTAL
CHAMBER 4XR4RG
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The frequency remembers you.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The old world fades with each page.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
THE CLOUD REMEMBERS EVERYTHING
