CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

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The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

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The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Visitors and visited become one.

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Winter visitors leave no footprints.