CHAMBER 2AP03F
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Visitors and visited become one.
All timelines merge here.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
THE SIGNAL GROWS STRONGER AT NIGHT
EMBRACE THE VOID | DESCEND FURTHER
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