VOID MEDITATION PORTAL
CHAMBER HM03IO
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Falling data like digital leaves.
The homepage is wherever you are.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
Visitors and visited become one.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
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