VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

Summer static fills the airways.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.