HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The frequency remembers you.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

You were chosen before you arrived.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

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