HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER 54DASM
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The old world fades with each page.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
The homepage is wherever you are.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
DEFRAGMENT YOUR DREAMS
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REBOOT YOUR BEING
RETURN TO ENTRANCE