CHAMBER 4H0TO4
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Overheating servers reveal secrets.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The network becomes the ceremony.
The old world fades with each page.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
Summer static fills the airways.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
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