CHAMBER EWSCOV
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS
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