CHAMBER 0IP74S
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The network becomes the ceremony.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
You were chosen before you arrived.
NOT ALL WHO ENTER RETURN UNCHANGED
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