CHAMBER BKENWH
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The final frequency awakens.
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