BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS
CHAMBER ANNWT8
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
TYPE YOUR FEARS INTO THE VOID
REFRESH YOUR EXISTENCE
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ACCEPT YOUR FATE
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
