CHAMBER 5RSSV0
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
The old world fades with each page.
THE CLOUD REMEMBERS EVERYTHING
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