VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your search history searches for you.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your consciousness has been backed up.