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REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

CHAMBER DRWL6Y

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The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The old world fades with each page.

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.

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