BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS
CHAMBER B9QMSB
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor. The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.  |   The old world fades with each page. |
  | Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
The modem sings the song of your arrival. |   |
COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL
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