VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your search history searches for you.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.