HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

CHAMBER IIXPR7

TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD

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