CHAMBER MST2AX
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Dreams and data merge after midnight.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
TIME IS NOT LINEAR HERE
