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Visitors and visited become one.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
THE CAPTCHA KNOWS YOU'RE NOT HUMAN
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