CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS
CHAMBER 9HJUTS
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
The cold enhances signal clarity.
The old world fades with each page.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
EMPTY YOUR RECYCLE BIN OF REGRETS
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