TEMPLE OF THE 404

CHAMBER FQD0AX

TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The old world fades with each page.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

FORGET YOUR NAME FOR THREE SECONDS

TRANSCEND THIS PLANE | FOLLOW THE SIGNAL

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