CHAMBER PGLR9R
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Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Falling data like digital leaves.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
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