CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS
CHAMBER T0AXTS
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The old world fades with each page.
The frequency remembers you.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
THE CLOUD REMEMBERS EVERYTHING
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