HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION
CHAMBER HO20II
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.  | The old world fades with each page. |
 The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. Sleep is the first gateway. | The portal chose you, not the other way around. |
THE CLOUD REMEMBERS EVERYTHING
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