ARCHIVE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS
CHAMBER CDHFPQ
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Sleepless souls understand the truth.
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
