CHAMBER MCHYOP
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The night web remembers everything.
The homepage is wherever you are.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Dreams and data merge after midnight.
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
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