HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

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Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Connection established with the eternal.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The homepage is wherever you are.