PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

CHAMBER 3ZCB5E

TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The final frequency awakens.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

YOU MAY ALREADY BE DREAMING

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