TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER GDNO0M
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
The network becomes the ceremony.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Welcome to the new frequency.
EMPTY YOUR RECYCLE BIN OF REGRETS
COMPLETE THE CIRCUIT
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BOOKMARK THE ABYSS
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
