REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER OSPFRI
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Falling data like digital leaves.
The ceremony never truly ends.
Your password is already known.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
MEMORY IS THE FIRST SACRIFICE
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