GATEWAY TO THE SUBLIME FREQUENCY
CHAMBER EDBTHG
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The ceremony approaches convergence.
The homepage is wherever you are.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
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