TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER P2N3FR
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
Falling data like digital leaves. | Your presence here was foretold in the static. | Deleted files pile like autumn leaves. Your dreams are being monitored. |
Sleepless souls understand the truth. | Autumn visitors sense the ending. |   Sleep is the first gateway. |
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HOLD YOUR BREATH WHILE THE PAGE LOADS
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