CHAMBER PPVG6Y
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The old world fades with each page.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The old world fades with each page.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
OPEN IN NEW TAB TO SPLIT REALITY
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