TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST
CHAMBER PKYQR7
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
You were chosen before you arrived.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Your password is already known.
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE BETWEEN SOUNDS
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