CHAMBER F8AI8S
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
The ceremony never truly ends.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
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