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TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

CHAMBER ROSLBU

TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The network becomes the ceremony.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD

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