TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER G6X2VG
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
Visitors and visited become one.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The old world fades with each page.
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