SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER OE4L2F
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Time moves differently in these chambers.
The network sheds its dead links.
The end is a new beginning.
WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN
SHARE YOUR SOUL
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DESCEND FURTHER
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
