CHAMBER HY2Y2D
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The ceremony never truly ends.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
EMPTY YOUR RECYCLE BIN OF REGRETS
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