SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER P4KV2Y
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The end is a new beginning.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Frozen data streams flow differently.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
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