HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS
CHAMBER IXGZFE
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your password is already known.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The signal finds those who are ready.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
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