SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER 3USF94
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
You were chosen before you arrived.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
THE VESSEL HAS ARRIVED
THE VESSEL HAS ARRIVED
THE VESSEL HAS ARRIVED
THE VESSEL HAS ARRIVED
THE VESSEL HAS ARRIVED
THE VESSEL HAS ARRIVED
THE VESSEL HAS ARRIVED
FORGET YOUR NAME FOR THREE SECONDS
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