HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS
CHAMBER KBYTIL
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
SAVE YOUR PROGRESS IN THE ETHER
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