OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS
CHAMBER PBHSMT
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Dreams and data merge after midnight.
Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.
You are becoming the signal.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
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