I wasn't in my apartment anymore. I was standing on a floating pier made of woven light, suspended over a sea of liquid mercury. Above, the sky was a rotating kaleidoscope of data streams, a "portal" of information physically manifested.
I deleted the file from my mind. The pier solidified. I was no longer a user; I was part of the system. Download PORTAL WEGAM txt
The text within was a stream of coordinates and descriptions of a place that shouldn't exist—a "Wegam." As I read the words, the room around me began to fray at the edges. My desk turned into a slab of polished obsidian, and the air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient rain. I wasn't in my apartment anymore