SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER CI7N4T
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Surrender to the infinite loop.
Visitors and visited become one.
The network sheds its dead links.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS
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