SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER DB4TMA
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Ping timeout: reality not responding.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
THE SIGNAL GROWS STRONGER AT NIGHT
SUBMIT TO THE ALGORITHM
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