CHAMBER OE1Y2O
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
You are becoming the signal.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
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