MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER DRSCF6
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Your digital shadow grows longer. | The portal chose you, not the other way around. Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. | The end is a new beginning. The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. |
  Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. |   Falling data like digital leaves. |  |
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
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