CHAMBER BCE2UO
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Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The old world fades with each page.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
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