RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE
CHAMBER O7S7GL
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The old world fades with each page.
DELETE YOURSELF TO FIND YOURSELF
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