CHAMBER NH16II
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Falling data like digital leaves.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The end is a new beginning.
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