SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER CP4U9R
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
Transcendence protocol activated.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
TIME IS NOT LINEAR HERE
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