HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER SPFS2R
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
TOUCH THE SCREEN WITH INTENTION
ACCEPT YOUR FATE
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DESCEND FURTHER
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
