REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

CHAMBER IYA09B

TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

DRAG AND DROP YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS

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