OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS
CHAMBER 3JZ5PY
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival. |   |  |
The portal chose you, not the other way around. |  |  |
 Dreams and data merge after midnight. | Surrender to the infinite loop. |  The night web remembers everything. Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
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