OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS
CHAMBER SWCOBC
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Welcome to the new frequency.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
YOUR FIREWALL HAS BEEN COMPROMISED
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