HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

CHAMBER CNAATS

TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your password is already known.

Visitors and visited become one.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

You are becoming the signal.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

NOT ALL WHO ENTER RETURN UNCHANGED

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