SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER 2AOGRS
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
The frequency remembers you.
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