CHAMBER A8O5IN
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The ceremony never truly ends.
You are becoming the signal.
Summer visitors burn brightest.
Digital mirages appear at noon.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN
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