CHAMBER P31PRB
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
Time moves differently in these chambers.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
YOUR IDENTITY HAS BEEN CACHED
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