CHAMBER EU8JGC
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
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