CHAMBER GDFM0M
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The network sheds its dead links.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
THE SIGNAL GROWS STRONGER AT NIGHT
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