VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The frequency remembers you.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The old world fades with each page.