TEMPLE OF MIDNIGHT PROTOCOLS

CHAMBER MLPBHH

TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Navigate by moonlight only

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