CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING
CHAMBER 5E44LD
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The frequency remembers you.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
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