CHAMBER G9LGID
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The end is a new beginning.
DELETE YOURSELF TO FIND YOURSELF
BOOKMARK THE ABYSS | MERGE WITH THE MAINFRAME
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