CHAMBER J3ZESA
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
YOUR IDENTITY HAS BEEN CACHED
