HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY
CHAMBER ARQA2O
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
THE BACK BUTTON HAS BEEN DISABLED
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