HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER 03M1DC
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
The frequency remembers you.
The end is a new beginning.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
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