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TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

CHAMBER 1PB2C7

TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY

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Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

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The ceremony never truly ends.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

SOME DOORS CANNOT BE CLOSED

ceremony artifact
ceremony artifact
ceremony artifact

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