VOID MEDITATION PORTAL
CHAMBER IFT2FQ
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your password is already known.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
HOVER OVER THE INFINITE
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