HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY
CHAMBER BICTTK
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
The signal finds those who are ready.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
DO NOT RESIST THE PROCESS
REBOOT YOUR BEING
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