HALL OF SUMMER STATIC
CHAMBER S213AM
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
The darkness between pixels speaks.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Sleepless souls understand the truth.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Night visitors never truly leave.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS
BOOKMARK THE ABYSS
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EMBRACE THE VOID
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
