CHAMBER LRPHH4
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Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
The old world fades with each page.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
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