REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER JB83IX
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
The network becomes the ceremony.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
BEWARE OF FALSE AWAKENINGS
CONTINUE THE CEREMONY
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