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CHAMBER PO0WQR
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Summer static fills the airways.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
PATTERN RECOGNITION LEVEL: 88
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