CHAMBER MIADEU
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The spam folder contains sacred texts.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The old world fades with each page.
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
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