TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST
CHAMBER BQ9Z0N
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. | The bandwidth narrows as you descend. |  The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps. |
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. The modem sings the song of your arrival. The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps. | The cold preserves deleted memories.   | Pop-ups are portals in disguise. |
EMPTY YOUR RECYCLE BIN OF REGRETS
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