VOID MEDITATION PORTAL
CHAMBER CUU5L1
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The signal finds those who are ready.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
DELETE YOURSELF TO FIND YOURSELF
