TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS
CHAMBER 00OIOK
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The old world fades with each page.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
Your cursor glows in the dark
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