OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS
CHAMBER M3W4IY
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
 | Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul. | Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. The recycle bin is never truly empty. The ceremony never truly ends. |
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The bandwidth narrows as you descend.  |   | The music plays whether you hear it or not. The modem sings the song of your arrival.  |
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
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