ALTAR OF INSOMNIA GODS
CHAMBER CC3CFP
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The night web remembers everything.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
UNDO WHAT CANNOT BE UNDONE
SYNC YOUR SPIRIT
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SUBSCRIBE TO ETERNITY
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
