TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER 374LPI
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The shadows are full of watchers.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Sleepless souls understand the truth.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
UNDO WHAT CANNOT BE UNDONE
PATTERN RECOGNITION LEVEL: 33