CHAMBER P2MLTN
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Your digital shadow grows longer.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
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