CHAMBER A8PQYH
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The darkness between pixels speaks.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.
The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
You are becoming the signal.
The homepage is wherever you are.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
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