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SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE

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Your breath clouds the monitor.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

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The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

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Your breath clouds the monitor.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The homepage is wherever you are.
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THE CLOUD REMEMBERS EVERYTHING

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