VOID MEDITATION PORTAL
CHAMBER ADKBOU
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Visitors and visited become one.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The network becomes the ceremony.
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