SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER RQLYPK
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The heat warps the transmission.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Electromagnetic storms approaching.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The old world fades with each page.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
FORGET YOUR NAME FOR THREE SECONDS
BOOKMARK THE ABYSS
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COMMENT BELOW TO ASCEND
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
