PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS
CHAMBER FFCRED
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The homepage is wherever you are.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE DREAMING
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