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OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

CHAMBER FIN0I5

TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Sleep is the first gateway.

THE CAPTCHA KNOWS YOU'RE NOT HUMAN

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