CHAMBER RI7O3A
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Sleep walkers gather here nightly.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The darkness amplifies the signal.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The old world fades with each page.
FORGET YOUR NAME FOR THREE SECONDS
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