CHAMBER OF8L3M
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The ceremony never truly ends.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.
EMPTY YOUR RECYCLE BIN OF REGRETS
PATTERN RECOGNITION LEVEL: 99
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