VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The network sheds its dead links.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The old world fades with each page.

Connection established with the eternal.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.