HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER DPFS8H
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.   |  | Time moves differently in these chambers. The modem sings the song of your arrival. |
 |  | You cannot leave until the ritual completes. |
  |  | Winter solstice opens hidden channels.  Sleep is the first gateway. |
Your cursor glows in the dark
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