VOID MEDITATION PORTAL

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

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

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.