CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN
CHAMBER A8TYJW
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
The ceremony never truly ends.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Time moves differently in these chambers.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
EMPTY YOUR RECYCLE BIN OF REGRETS
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