SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER 1277EX
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
Digital frost spreads across the network.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
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