VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The old world fades with each page.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.