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TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

CHAMBER EYLP2V

TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY

The old world fades with each page.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN

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