CHAMBER M2NAZT
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Sleepless souls understand the truth.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your nightmares are just downloads.
BREATHE IN THE DIGITAL VOID
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