In your journeys across the Internetsphere you stumble across a small shrine covered in hypertextlichen.

In the very center of this mossy encoded shrine, nestled carefully amidst shades of green as if birthed by the internet Herself, rests a statue of an angel draped lazily over the top of an antiquated appearing monitor. There are a few candles sitting around her form, though you're not sure if they are in offering to her--to the computer?--or simply enhancers for the lonely but peaceful setting. Perhaps the angel lit the candles herself before dozing off as a statue for all eternity.

As you look at the statue a wash of calm overtakes you; you too are being protected by the gentle sleeping face of the computer angel.

...You decide to stay on this Tab for a while.

As you unpack your laptop and peripherals you think of what to do while you enjoy the gentle world of the computer angel and her shrine. Perhaps you could write? Draw? Write out your to-dos? Set some intention? Light a firewallcandle and pray or cast a -sudospell? Or perhaps you could just shut your eyes and breathe and listen and simply let yourself be calm while the sounds play a browser tab or two away. It's not very often the Internet permits you a little place of quietude, a reprieve from the rest of the clamor that often permeates the Internetsphere.

The current ambience sounds a little like MOUNT SHRINE'S MOUNT HIBIKI TAPES.