FURNACE OF OVERCLOCKED SOULS

Welcome to the new frequency.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Summer visitors burn brightest.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The old world fades with each page.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

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