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HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

CHAMBER PXP5CS

TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY

The network sheds its dead links.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Visitors and visited become one.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

YOUR FIREWALL HAS BEEN COMPROMISED

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