VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

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

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The frequency remembers you.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.