CHAMBER FSIBLQ
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The harvest of lost connections.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL
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