OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS
CHAMBER IXM7P7
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
  The night web remembers everything. |  | Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
The modem sings the song of your arrival. |  | Every visitor leaves something behind. Autumn visitors sense the ending. |
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Let insomnia be your guide
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