TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER IBAM0N
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS
TRANSCEND THIS PLANE
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SHARE YOUR SOUL
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