HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER DDCS3P
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Connection established with the eternal.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
YOU ARE THE PRODUCT BEING SOLD
COMPLETE THE CIRCUIT
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SUBSCRIBE TO ETERNITY
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
