HALL OF LUNAR FREQUENCIES
CHAMBER HTXJ4P
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
You were chosen before you arrived.
The shadows are full of watchers.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
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