VOID OF SLEEPLESS SOULS
CHAMBER T5CEX5
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Falling data like digital leaves.
The darkness between pixels speaks.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
DO NOT RESIST THE PROCESS
COMMENT BELOW TO ASCEND
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EMBRACE THE VOID
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
