HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER HN6S3W
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
The old world fades with each page.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
BREATHE IN THE DIGITAL VOID
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