HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER CPSUOK
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
You've been here before, in another browser.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The old world fades with each page.
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