REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER EIPWTH
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The harvest of lost connections.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
Your password is already known.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
YOUR DATA HAS ALREADY BEEN HARVESTED
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